Well, here we are sitting in the waiting room at Kaiser Hospital
The room is empty of people; just us sitting here waiting for someone, anyone, to come and let us know the status of what’s going on.
It’s not every day a person gets a call like this one. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I’m glad I took my blood pressure medicine before I came.
I’m looking at the pictures on the wall trying to escape the pressure that I’m feeling; attempting to put myself in another place where my mind can find peace, because stress and anxiety are pressing in. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this much pressure.
My stomach is churning as I read the sign on the door; HOLD HANDLE DOWN. KEEP PULLING. THIS DOOR WILL OPEN IN 15 SECONDS. ALARM WILL SOUND
My mind is imagining all kinds of things. Wait, someone is coming! What are they going to say? What is the outcome? Oh my God, it’s just the house keeper doing her daily chores.
Time seems to stand still. It was hurry up and come; now wait. My Lord, what’s keeping them! Why doesn’t someone tell us? Doesn’t the hospital staff care about our feelings; our emotional wellbeing?
But this isn’t about us; it’s about the people in the other room. How are they doing? What’s on their mind? How is this affecting them? Will this event be a……. Wait! My phone is vibrating in my pocket. I just got a text from my son! “They are prepping her right now.” Prepping her? Prepping her? What does that mean?
I’m not a doctor. I don’t know this terminology. Won’t someone tell us what’s going on? Just tell us…please!
Is he healthy? Is she okay? Is there pain? Thank God for modern medicine to make delivery easier! This is one great day! Our grandson is being born! It is the first day of the rest of his life! It is a wonderful day! Thank God it’s over and all is well.
Written by,
Papa Boyd
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